The lass

She looked like she was from a farm on the shire

She was attracted to my cheiften looks

I wandered what she would look like riding a horse naked in the pale moonlight

From two worlds were we, the sun and the moon

She was attracted to my sensitive side, no one else is allowed to see

Not the whiskey soked , scraped knuckle man most think I am

I made her a hat with wool from foreign lands, sat down and made it with my own two hands

She was an exited lass and squealed with delight

Damn near filled me with fright

I sired two daughters with she, one looks like her, the other like me

A life with her I was to build, but we got left like stranded cars

Twuss not in the stars

In the fall when full moon glows against the skeleton trees

I think of the lass, and the love lost